Kool Keith
Kool Keith - Knock On The Door songtekst
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[porno movie sex scene for the first 0:29] [Kool Keith:] The world gon' criticize, talk Lean over with a trenchcoat Cross they arm like Peter Falk Inspect my shit, dissect my shit Like the nurse takin samples of my urine bottles down to the hall ... I'm a New York lyrical king monster ball These niggaz can't be serious with flowers on they shorts Playin volleyball Oversaturated shit on the street, I'm tired of y'all With goo gobs, of applied shit That's that in-house spit Oh you on some gangster shot shit~?! Go 'head, tie him up, make him eat his own defecation Faux minks, 90 degrees, on probation Cab comin down, Adam and Clayton The bitches pry for IHOP-pers Elephants with baby fat jackets Big ballers pull up bomb bacon two eggs with cheesy-reezy Baby fuckin with niccarightus make those, 8 tons of fun's woman That cook fit and lift dumptrucks become sleepy and lazy Six quarter peas by yourself for weight loss programs in New York Obesity motherfuckers even Sam, know you're crazy Sixteen Fellis, wrapped around don't phase me [porno movie sex secen for the next 0:29] [unknown rapper: maybe Keith with his voice altered] CD's caters as these stanzas quantize this shit Let daylight this document sunrise the shit I love them sun visors when I spit Off the curb with mines I step into major great dane shit Saw the muzzle off, that nigga piss on your pit 'Til he shake nervous Watch him bark in the storeroom bear a frown worthless Cops pull me over with 6 dogs in the truck Bitch in the front, with them titties out, shirtless I'm a fugitive with my hands on the gas pump When I lay words down your ass jump Like Mike from the foul line, ballers scrape the balls Speakers don't make economical bastard Instantly Alpine, cell boost niggaz Y'all do cheerleader rhymes, studio scared growth Look over your shoulder, can't flow niggaz in the maxi-coat, maybe mink I can't wait to sport my shit in front of basketball players And open Dom bottles around Tiki Wiki Cognac frontin ass with the conseeki With Mike Jack's father fuck it I'ma fire Casey That's for Joe Jiggy, you sit on your ass with spider webs Because you never made it pro niggy